She grabbed the firewhiskey bottle, poured herself another shot and downed it. It burned the back of her throat and made her eyes water, but it gave her a moment to not act in total vitriol toward her idiot brother.
Drinking before noon had its uses.
"No, mum didn't ask me to come. She just insisted on packing all these sandwiches." She looked at him, glass in one hand, other hand resting on her hip. "And why do I need to be here to find anything out? Since when do I need an agenda to talk to you?"